James watched as the nurses frantically worked on Fox; His kit's blood was oozing everywhere, and it was all his fault. The kit he swore his life to protect, dying because of him. James almost couldn't take it; it had broken him. This pain in his chest was like a gallon of bricks were dumped onto him; this guilt, this worry. He couldn't stop his tears from ripping down his cheeks; he couldn't stop the sobs leaving his breath nor the sniffs that left his muzzle. James had never been this scared, he had never been this worried and he's never laid a hand on his boy before. This was a first.
"James!" Peppy's voice rang through James's communicator. "We need you out here; Fox will be fine."
His head was still too clouded; James McCloud hadn't ever been this upset before. His planet needed him though, so he had to suck it up and be the soldier he was.
"On my way."
"Two weeks." Fox heard the familiar voice speak. "Foxy has been in a coma for two damn weeks." It was Falco, his special bird. Coma? He was in a coma? The tom couldn't for the life of him remember why, but, his side sure hurt.
"I know, James hasn't been the same since." Peppy sounded stressed so Fox knew the situation had to be bad.
Another few minutes pass and Fox finds himself alone; nothing but darkness and quiet. Was he really in a coma? Using all his force Fox desperately tried to wake himself up. He had to try, right? 'WAKE UP!' The vulpine started to scream in his mind as an attempt to wake up; no use. The fear of forever being a vegetable in bed set over him. As if a miracle, his wish was granted, and his eyes shot open.
Fox was panting and dripping in a cold sweat; quickly he took out any needles or tubes from his body and stood up.
In the control room, James McCloud sat in his chair starring at an old picture of him and his son. Fox seemed to be about seven and had the brightest smile on his face.
"How could I shoot you like that?" James asked himself. "How could I hurt you like that?"
His ears twitched backwards as he heard the whoosh of the door open; he did not react. Footsteps made their way to his chair; Oddly these footsteps sounded forced and unbalanced. That's when a paw touched his chair.
"Dad."
James shot out of his chair without hesitation and pulled his kit into a hug, his tears returning. "Fox! Oh thank the gods I thought I lost you!"
The young tom hugged his father back with slight confusion. "Did something happen?"
"How could I hurt you like that? Fox, I could never apologize enough; What kind of father shoots his own kid?"
A few moments flew by before Fox could even react. "Dad, I forgive you. If you shot me I'm sure it wasn't intentional. Accidents happen."
Squeezing into the hug tighter all James could do was continuously say 'thank you' to the gods for not taking his kit.
The control room was busy that night as the team watched for signs of Andros. Despite wanting to rip the ape to shreds, James hoped he wouldn't return until Fox was fully healed. Both Fox and Falco were sitting in the control room playing video games; since there wasn't much going on.
"If ya wanna beat me, Foxy, you should play more video games." Falco teased.
"Why, so I can waste my life away on the couch?"
The avian gave his secret boyfriend a look, making the vulpine turn red; getting an idea, Falco secretly grabbed the base of Fox's tail making him tense up.
"F-Falco, what a-are you doing? My dad is right over there." Fox hissed.
All Falco did was yank at his tail again making fox make a noise. As the rest looked over Fox coughed to cover it up; Falco only laughed at this. Once the rest got back to work Falco yanked again sending fox into a blushing mess. Hiding his face in his paws fox brought his knees up and sort of curled up into a ball.
"What's the matter Foxy?" Falco whispered. "I press your buttons."
Peaking up from his paws, the flustered fox glared the bird. "Falco stop it. My dad will shoot you."
Sighing in an eye roll Falco let go letting the Fox relax once more.
So, Fox messed up. What Falco pulled in the control room earlier that night sealed his fate. The tom sat at the edge of Falco's bed with his face in his paws.
"Falco, what have we done?" Fox muttered.
"Each other."
Fox groaned at that response. "Exactly! I wasn't myself last night, what did you put in my drink?"
"Just a bit of whiskey."
Taking a deep breath Fox left the warmth of his paws and turned to look at Falco. "What? Falco I'm 18, you're 20; Drinking is illegal unless over the age of 22 and you know it!"
The azure bird only brushed that off, putting his star fox uniform on. "Fox, it wasn't that much. Also, I'm your boyfriend so shouldn't you be happy we mated?"
"Not with my dad here! Falco, Fox's have noses like blood hounds! He will SMELL IT ON ME and KILL YOU!"
"He won't kill me, I'm sure he's just all talk to scare me."
"Have you MET my dad?!" Fox snapped at him. "I'm not just anyone to him, Falco, I'm his only child! He still treats me like I'm five. I've seen him many times kill people over me!"
"But You're not a kit anymore Fox, so doubt he will freak that bad."
"Falco, all you did was touch my face the other day and he was THIS CLOSE to ripping your dick off." Fox then lifted his paw to show an example of how close he was.
Before their fight could finish, Peppy knocked at the door.
"Falco, I have questions about the other night. You said to meet you here to speak about something?"
Both young piolets froze, "Oh shit, I was gonna have him talk to James about you and I."
Fox groaned into his hands. "Rabbits have killer smell too, he's not my dad but close enough. I think even HE might kill you. "
"Falco?" The rabbit asked, sniffing the air. "What's that smell?"
"Shit!" The young tom began to panic; spraying cologne everywhere. "I'll be hiding in the closet."
Falco watched Fox dart into the closet before opening his door. "Oh, hey Peppy, Sorry I was gettin dressed."
The hare barged in trying to smell through the cologne. "What are you trying to cover up; I know I smelt something."
The bird shrugged. "I'm just tryin to smell nice, is that such a crime?"
Falco heart stopped once James walked in.
"Hey Peppy, everythin o-"The older fox froze in his tracks. "What the fuck is that smell?"
Trying his best not to seem nervous, Falco ran his wing through his feathers. "My cologne?"
"NO!" James snapped. "Who the fuck mated in here!?"
Joining James's glare, Peppy pointed a finger at him. "I knew I smelt something! Is Fox in here!?"
"If you touched my baby, you fucking bird, I'll slit your god damn throat!" James warned. "Fox McCloud, if you're hiding get your ass out here, now!"
Fox stayed hidden, frozen, in Falco's closet; his heart was racing like a jet engine and nervous bolting through him like lightning.
Falco gave a slow sigh. "I'm not even dating Fox, so it can't be him." He covered up. "It was-... uh... my girlfriend, Kat."
James rose an eyebrow. "You have a girlfriend? Oh, then I guess it's okay."
Peppy looked at him confused, watching James leave. He looked at Falco and back at the door before leaving himself. "James are y-"
James stopped him. "Shh, I didn't buy it, but now Fox will come out and I can kill the parrot."
Fox slowly came out of the closet, a glare on his face. "Who the fuck is Kat!?"
Sighing, Falco shook his head. "Just an ex, Foxy, I had to do something. But hey, it worked?"
Before Fox could answer, James kicked the door open like the swat team had arrived. "Did you really think I was that fucking stupid!?"
"Dad!" Fox yelped. "Just calm down, okay? He begged as he watched James put his blaster to Falco's face.
"Fox, get your ass to your room and don't you dare fucking argue!"
"But, dad I-"
"I said NOW Fox!"
Taking a moment to collect himself, Fox did as he was told and left. "I told you." Was the last thing he said to Falco.
"Alright you damn toucan." James growled, his voice low and menacing. "You have 5 seconds to explain why the fuck you thought It was a clever idea to mate with my EIGHTEEN-YEAR-OLD MINOR!"
Falco took a gulp and tried to think of a way out of this situation.
